Life is birth and death
The wave hits the sandy shore
With wind, the kidnapped grains
happen with the beach
awakens admiration in the hand small amber
Life sunken centuries ago
I think I'm getting old to hum hope
You can't see at first, and it's over.
I ask the guardian angel if it makes sense
When you fall and you don't find the door back
Sleep on the eyelids hangs
Like cherry in chocolate apple in the orchard
Thank you for all morning I'll make tea
I odor autumn yellow leaves falling
Life is simply a cult of the individual
Yes, I am, and in a minute I will distract the silence
The inherent time brings comfort
Show me the forest.
I'd like to ask you how much more is left.
Home
I'm going down the road I can see the door
Many have left
This isn't the end of the conflict for survival.
